I'm sorry, I don't even know what I've done, but I'm sorry. I'm not sure if I bothered you too much that you won't talk to me anymore. For that I'm sorry. Just been through a lot and I have no one here to hug me. You should've told me something, I would've stopped.

I think I should just disappear, hid in my corner from the world with my pillow to keep me compony, like it has for oh so many years. All I wanted was to be your, and I still do. I heard that it just has to happen, it needs to. There's something in me that just won't go away, no matter how much I try, like a large fire. I still love you.... and it kind of hurts that I'm getting mix messages. I can't tell anymore. Don't feel bad... Its not your fault. I just don't know anymore.

All I need is love, that'll keep me going. No matter what happens to me, love comforts me. It helps me through tough things. And I still want it to be you. As long as there's light at the end of the tunnel, no matter how far the tunnel may be, I'll walk it. Though, there's a few things that seem to stop it. One that can be fixed. And i'm going to make it happen, I'm getting to get over there. Even if it kills me. And the only way for me to stop is if I die. And I don't see that happening anytime soon. The other.......

I'm sorry... but i guess I should say something that I really hate saying. Something that makes me tear up and cry every time I say it. But, if you wanna talk, you know where to find me; you know how to reach me.

Goodbye..... psycho